Lists, lists, endless piles of lists

Lengthily lining tallies of tasks

All linked, looped, and jumbled

Laughably lost amidst all the luggage

My brain sluggishly lugs

Through long lanes of thought

Oops! Your bag cannot be found,

Have this voucher for free parking

Hope you remembered to bring your keys!

Locking loose little knowledge

Clanging the cage closed

Lest they be liberated

By my own lack of liability

My lie ability has certainly grown

Slipping a slew of half truths

To skip the blame

But the guilt still floods 

Like liquid into spasming lungs

And I could go on and on and on but you’d lose the meaning until I just out and said: 

I hate

My brain.